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Roger has an intense fetish for nylons. It's been with him since he was a little boy and seemed to start when he was given the opportunity to play with his mother's fully fashioned nylon stockings that were still in their striking, colorful boxes. They was something so alluring, almost hypnotic about their unusual appearance. They were like clothing you could see through and he wondered why that was so. Instead of being like a pair of socks that he wore, he could see through their film like texture allowing him to still see the shaded skin of the legs and feet they covered over like a nearly invisible haze.
He liked playing with the boxes of his mother's stockings that she kept in the hallway closet of their one bedroom apartment. It was as though his mother had her own little hosiery shop with a seemingly endless inventory of stockings, in tan and nude shades with a few darker colors like off black, smokey gray and brown.
He loved the way they looked in their boxes with colorful drawings of a well turned leg a accompanying names he couldn't understand because he didn't know how to read yet, They were all nicely folded neatly between delicate sheets of tissue paper wrapped carefully with paper bands holding them in place. He enjoyed sorting and stacking them by size and color much like he had seen at the department stores where his mother purchased her stockings in quantities with him by her side.
But what Roger really loved was seeing his mother's worn nylons lying about usually still attached to the metal clasps of a stretchy, white undergarment which he heard her refer to as a girdle with garters.. At first, it was hard to believe that these were the same as the ones lying flatly, undisturbed and looking new and perfect in their boxes. Her worn nylons looked so different, almost wild and begging to be touched.
They seemed to beckon him to come closer to pinch them between his fingers to feel their silky, slippery texture as he gently moved them between his fingertips. They felt soft and he recognized the familiar aroma of his mother's perfume lingering in the invisible fibers.
What caught his eye was their mysterious wispy sheerness and the way the light reflected and sparkled from them. Her worn stockings were stretched out and somewhat shapeless unlike the ones fresh from the box, perfectly shaped ready to slip over a feminine foot and up a leg. They were also silkier to his touch when they had been worn from the nylon fibers being stretched out after spending a day or two on his mother's legs and feet.. He could picture in his mind what they looked like and felt like when he saw them stretched tautly across her legs and feet. He liked the way they felt to touch when he ran his hands up and down her hosiery covered legs. He was developing a fetish for nylons even though he had no idea why he was so drawn to these mysterious feminine articles of his mother's clothing.
What little boy wouldn't experience excitement from a mother who allowed and encouraged him to play with her new, boxed stockings while also putting them on in front of him almost daily. He loved the way the sun glistened off her nylons when they were outside at a local park or walking along the sidewalk in their neighborhood. He also couldn't help noticing how they would wrinkle and crease slightly at his mother's ankles and knees as she moved a certain way. He was so aware of their presence that he noticed every woman he saw who was wearing them as well as those who weren't even asking his mother once why one of her neighbors was NOT wearing stockings. It seemed like the normal thing for all women to do.
Flash forward several decades. Roger, who was now well into middle age and found himself still obsessed with nylons. For his entire sexual life, he could only become fully aroused by a woman who wore nylons or ultra sheer pantyhose, the latter of which had taken the place of the now vintage stockings of his boyhood and early teen years.
He loved and adored beautiful women but was especially attracted to and aroused by women who wore nylon stockings even if they were less than average looking. Nylons trumped physical beauty and even the age of a woman. He preferred nylons like his mother used to wear in the late 50's with darker reinforcements around the heel and toe of each stocking, something other nylon aficionados refer to as RHTs, short for reinforced heels and toes.
Roger was often surprised at how his fetish was somewhat adaptable to changing times. First the appealing and sexy reinforcements gradually disappeared. He noticed that the heels of some nylons were often completely sheer while the toe portion was still a darker shade than the rest of the sheer nylon. As RHT's disappeared entirely from public view and were hard to find in stores, he became accustomed to seeing stockings referred to as "barefoot" or "sandalfoot" which had no reinforcements of any kind but just a simple and sexy seam across the toe which he eventually regarded as very appealing. This made a woman's entire foot visible through the sheer nylon which sometimes was a turn on but only if the female in question had taken time for a pedicure with brightly polished toe nails. He regarded the sight of a non-pedicured foot as unattractive, even a bit revolting.
Roger eventually met the woman who would become his wife. She worked at a bank where all the female employees wore hosiery. Many of them wore nylons of their own accord despite the fact that the bank's dress code required them to do so. Roger loved the thought that the female employees at the bank wore them because they wanted to, not because they had to. While growing up, his mother also worked at a bank and he often visited her there to ogle her and her coworkers most of whom were all clad in nylon hosiery of some sort. He delighted in seeing colors and shades different from the ones worn my his mother.
Roger's wife reminded him of his mother mostly because of her Italian heritage and looks with dark raven hair and her classic facial features carefully adorned with just the right amount of make up to accentuate her natural beauty and sexiness. He was so taken by her appearance that initially at least, Roger didn't even notice if she was wearing nylons even though he more or less presumed she was because she worked at a bank.
When they first started dating, she would wear hosiery a lot of the time but she was occasionally bare legged. She always wore attractive shoes, usually with at least a low heel or wedge even when she wasn't wearing hosiery. Of course, Roger always thought she looked much more appealing when her well shaped legs and feet were adorned by sheer hosiery so he eventually told her so.
Roger tried not to make a big deal out of his attraction to nylons with her even though their presence was paramount to him.. Even though he had become more at ease with his fetish, he still felt some embarrassment and shame about his inexplicable affinity for sheer tan colored nylons. He knew that any woman who might become his wife would have to share his attraction to fine hosiery at some level even if it was merely her desire to wear them because she liked the way they looked and felt on her lower limbs.
When the woman from the bank became Roger's wife and when he finally told her directly about his fetish for nylons, she was quite receptive. It was easy for her to indulge her new husband's preference because she already enjoyed wearing hosiery as part the very feminine girly girl persona she already projected
Roger's wife knew from how often he caressed and stroked her nylon clad legs that he loved the way her hosiery felt to touch. She would tingle with electric arousal herself when he lightly traced his fingers and hands along the length of her sleek nylon clad legs.
Shortly after they started dating, Roger introduced his new found love to high end, quality ultra sheer pantyhose. He knew exactly which ones he loved so he began to buy them for her to wear. When she first tried them in lieu of her typical everyday pantyhose, she delighted in the way they looked and felt on. She admired their sheerness and liked the way they made her already sexy legs look astounding. The lighter, neutral shades were so sheer that it was hard to tell she was even wearing hosiery. She was pleased that Roger had introduced her to such exquisite nylons.
Over time, Roger's wife learned to enjoy teasing him especially when the were dining out. She would slip off one of her high heels and gradually work her nyloned toes up the leg of his trousers past his socks until she reached his naked shin . That drove Roger crazy with sexual desire. He wanted to pull out his erect cock so she could continue her nylon rubdown all over his pulsing shaft.
During one of these under the table nylon tease sessions at a casual restaurant, Roger noticed a nice looking couple sitting across from their table. They were younger than Roger and his wife, but what caught Roger's eye was the younger man glancing down under the table obviously looking at his wife's partially unshod feet adorned by sheer nylon. He couldn't resist leaning subtlety toward his wife whispering "that guy at the table across from us likes seeing your nylons and feet." Roger's wife was a bit taken back initially because her husband hand never mentioned other men being attracted to her although loved it when she wore revealing, sexy clothing that attracted the attention of other men.
"Yeah, he's catching glimpses of your feet when he can" said Roger. "No he's not" his wife retorted. "He probably just sees something on the floor."
"Yeah right! Like your pretty, sexy feet?" he suggested coyly.
"I doubt it." You think he's like you and has a foot fetish or something?" she proposed.
"Maybe. Why don't we find out.: he suggested.
"How?" she asked.
Roger grinned slyly while looking into her eyes saying "Tease him intentionally. Let's see what he does if you remove your shoes and wiggle your nylon toes or rub them together."
Roger's wife was both confused and excited at the same time. While she enjoyed teasing and arousing her husband, the thought of doing so for another man had never occurred to her. She was particularly chagrined by the reality that it was her husband who was suggesting that she tease another man. " What was up with that?" she thought to herself.
When she realized that Roger was apparently aroused by the thought of her exciting another man with her feminine allure, she thought why not?. I love him and would do just about anything to please him and this seems pretty harmless and potentially fun.
She smiled a sexy smile at her husband, lovingly reached for his hand across the table while concurrently slipping off her high heeled pump from one of her nylon adorned feet revealing her recent pedicure that showed through the very sheer nylon fabric. She continued to stare into his eyes, smiling so their admirer at the nearby table would not be aware that they were purposely teasing him. Roger and his wife would appear to be emotionally engaged with each other even though they were both intentionally participating in a well orchestrated plan to tease and arouse him.
She slowly and purposefully removed her other high heel and rubbed her feet together which caused a slight hissing noise as the sheer nylon covering each of her pretty feet responded audibly. She caressed her own toes with her pumps which had now fallen to their side on the floor beneath their table. She grasped one shoe with her toes in an effort to turn it up again so she could sexily slip her foot back into it. Roger suspected there must be quite a show going on beneath him and he secretly wished he was down there adoring his wife's pretty nylon clad feet and toes.
She continued to engage in a game of dipping and dangling her high heel from her nylon shod toes. One of her shoes would drop from her extended toes and again drop to audibly to the floor so she could retrieve it again and slip her silky foot back in place. The sound alone was turning Roger on because he could imagine what her admirer across from them could see.
Roger and his wife knew the poor fellow was probably beside himself with sexual excitement. Neither of them wanted to look directly toward him but they could see with a quick glance that he was squirming and shifting about uncomfortably in his seat as a result of what he was witnessing across from him. They almost felt sorry for him because it was obvious he was having a difficult time focusing on carrying on a conversation with his attractive, but bare legged female companion who was wearing leather and rhinestone flip flops on her cute pedicured feet. If only she knew that what really turned on her mate!
Perhaps she did, because Roger could see from the corner of his eye that she was glancing over toward them before she looked back at her male companion and whispered something to which he smiled and subtly nodded his head. as if to agree. Roger wondered if she asked him whether he liked what he was seeing and was responding affirmatively.
It was at that moment that Roger noticed the woman reaching down between the legs of her male companion to gently stroke and touch the penis hidden beneath the fabric of his shorts. Things were beginning to get really interesting as it became apparent that this couple shared an interest in what the couple across from them was doing. Roger only wished that the legs of the fellow's shorts weren't so long so that his girlfriend could find and tease the tip of his growing and potentially protruding cock.
The two couples were engaged in a dueling tease without overtly acknowledging what each of them was doing.even though they silently and awkwardly knew which led them all to ponder what to do next if anything. Just then, the couple across from Roger and his wife were presented with their check and provided payment to their server who returned with a credit card slip for him to sign. Roger knew they would be leaving soon and he was disappointed that their game of mutual tease was coming to an end, or was it?
As they got up to leave, the bare legged female approached Roger's wife saying "I really like your heels. They're so cute." Roger recalled how other women always thought what they were wearing was "cute" when what they really meant was "sexy" but for some reason they never said that.
"Oh, thank you" Roger's wife replied feeling self conscious as she slipped her nylon clad foot back into her empty shoe.
"Do you mind if I ask where you got them?" asked the younger woman.
All the time,Roger was feeling a little uncomfortable himself and a bit aroused that his wife was talking about the shoes she was wearing to another women who was the other half of the couple whose male member they just finished teasing.
"Macy's. That's where it buy most of my shoes. There and from Nordstrom Rack." Roger's wife enthusiastically informed her.
A moment earlier, Roger would have preferred that this attractive young lady had cordially accepted his wife's polite "thank you" and that everyone had moved on from there but this was getting more interesting by the second as he anticipated how this exchange between these two lovely women might proceed.
"Oh, I love Nordy's" she said. "David and I love to go shoe shopping there." And just like that, they were on a first name basis as she revealed her boyfriend's name.
Roger looked up at her silent boyfriend who had a pleasant but uneasy, embarrassed grin across his face which was turning slightly red.
"David loves it when I wear cute high heels. I think he must have a foot fetish or something." his cute girlfriend revealed.
"Sounds like a man after my own heart." Roger proclaimed, helping to break an icy, awkward situation. " I love it when she wears sexy heels like she has on today." he continued. "We love to go shoe shopping together all the time."
"David is the same way" referring to her boyfriend as if he wasn't physically present. "He always wants me to wear nylons too, but it's too hot here most of the time for that." she announced.
"I used to feel that way too until Roger bought be these" she exclaimed as she proudly pushed one of her legs out from under the table covered in ultra sheer pantyhose. "These are quite cool even in the summer."
David's girlfriend was surprised, "I can't even tell you wearing anything. Those are wild. Where did you get them?"
"Roger buys all my hosiery online mostly." explained his wife. "Why don't you ask him" she said putting Roger on the hot seat.
By now Roger was increasingly feeling a tad ashamed and more embarrassed especially as an awkward silence hung in the air following his wife's revealing comment made in front of these strangers. Despite his uneasiness, Roger felt a stir in his pants as his flaccid cock began to grow ever so slowly as a result of this discussion between two attractive women concerning his favorite object on earth - nylons.
Stay tuned for Part 2 as Roger, his wife, David and his girlfriend, continue their interesting conversation which leads to some sexy time together..
He liked playing with the boxes of his mother's stockings that she kept in the hallway closet of their one bedroom apartment. It was as though his mother had her own little hosiery shop with a seemingly endless inventory of stockings, in tan and nude shades with a few darker colors like off black, smokey gray and brown.
He loved the way they looked in their boxes with colorful drawings of a well turned leg a accompanying names he couldn't understand because he didn't know how to read yet, They were all nicely folded neatly between delicate sheets of tissue paper wrapped carefully with paper bands holding them in place. He enjoyed sorting and stacking them by size and color much like he had seen at the department stores where his mother purchased her stockings in quantities with him by her side.
But what Roger really loved was seeing his mother's worn nylons lying about usually still attached to the metal clasps of a stretchy, white undergarment which he heard her refer to as a girdle with garters.. At first, it was hard to believe that these were the same as the ones lying flatly, undisturbed and looking new and perfect in their boxes. Her worn nylons looked so different, almost wild and begging to be touched.
They seemed to beckon him to come closer to pinch them between his fingers to feel their silky, slippery texture as he gently moved them between his fingertips. They felt soft and he recognized the familiar aroma of his mother's perfume lingering in the invisible fibers.
What caught his eye was their mysterious wispy sheerness and the way the light reflected and sparkled from them. Her worn stockings were stretched out and somewhat shapeless unlike the ones fresh from the box, perfectly shaped ready to slip over a feminine foot and up a leg. They were also silkier to his touch when they had been worn from the nylon fibers being stretched out after spending a day or two on his mother's legs and feet.. He could picture in his mind what they looked like and felt like when he saw them stretched tautly across her legs and feet. He liked the way they felt to touch when he ran his hands up and down her hosiery covered legs. He was developing a fetish for nylons even though he had no idea why he was so drawn to these mysterious feminine articles of his mother's clothing.
What little boy wouldn't experience excitement from a mother who allowed and encouraged him to play with her new, boxed stockings while also putting them on in front of him almost daily. He loved the way the sun glistened off her nylons when they were outside at a local park or walking along the sidewalk in their neighborhood. He also couldn't help noticing how they would wrinkle and crease slightly at his mother's ankles and knees as she moved a certain way. He was so aware of their presence that he noticed every woman he saw who was wearing them as well as those who weren't even asking his mother once why one of her neighbors was NOT wearing stockings. It seemed like the normal thing for all women to do.
Flash forward several decades. Roger, who was now well into middle age and found himself still obsessed with nylons. For his entire sexual life, he could only become fully aroused by a woman who wore nylons or ultra sheer pantyhose, the latter of which had taken the place of the now vintage stockings of his boyhood and early teen years.
He loved and adored beautiful women but was especially attracted to and aroused by women who wore nylon stockings even if they were less than average looking. Nylons trumped physical beauty and even the age of a woman. He preferred nylons like his mother used to wear in the late 50's with darker reinforcements around the heel and toe of each stocking, something other nylon aficionados refer to as RHTs, short for reinforced heels and toes.
Roger was often surprised at how his fetish was somewhat adaptable to changing times. First the appealing and sexy reinforcements gradually disappeared. He noticed that the heels of some nylons were often completely sheer while the toe portion was still a darker shade than the rest of the sheer nylon. As RHT's disappeared entirely from public view and were hard to find in stores, he became accustomed to seeing stockings referred to as "barefoot" or "sandalfoot" which had no reinforcements of any kind but just a simple and sexy seam across the toe which he eventually regarded as very appealing. This made a woman's entire foot visible through the sheer nylon which sometimes was a turn on but only if the female in question had taken time for a pedicure with brightly polished toe nails. He regarded the sight of a non-pedicured foot as unattractive, even a bit revolting.
Roger eventually met the woman who would become his wife. She worked at a bank where all the female employees wore hosiery. Many of them wore nylons of their own accord despite the fact that the bank's dress code required them to do so. Roger loved the thought that the female employees at the bank wore them because they wanted to, not because they had to. While growing up, his mother also worked at a bank and he often visited her there to ogle her and her coworkers most of whom were all clad in nylon hosiery of some sort. He delighted in seeing colors and shades different from the ones worn my his mother.
Roger's wife reminded him of his mother mostly because of her Italian heritage and looks with dark raven hair and her classic facial features carefully adorned with just the right amount of make up to accentuate her natural beauty and sexiness. He was so taken by her appearance that initially at least, Roger didn't even notice if she was wearing nylons even though he more or less presumed she was because she worked at a bank.
When they first started dating, she would wear hosiery a lot of the time but she was occasionally bare legged. She always wore attractive shoes, usually with at least a low heel or wedge even when she wasn't wearing hosiery. Of course, Roger always thought she looked much more appealing when her well shaped legs and feet were adorned by sheer hosiery so he eventually told her so.
Roger tried not to make a big deal out of his attraction to nylons with her even though their presence was paramount to him.. Even though he had become more at ease with his fetish, he still felt some embarrassment and shame about his inexplicable affinity for sheer tan colored nylons. He knew that any woman who might become his wife would have to share his attraction to fine hosiery at some level even if it was merely her desire to wear them because she liked the way they looked and felt on her lower limbs.
When the woman from the bank became Roger's wife and when he finally told her directly about his fetish for nylons, she was quite receptive. It was easy for her to indulge her new husband's preference because she already enjoyed wearing hosiery as part the very feminine girly girl persona she already projected
Roger's wife knew from how often he caressed and stroked her nylon clad legs that he loved the way her hosiery felt to touch. She would tingle with electric arousal herself when he lightly traced his fingers and hands along the length of her sleek nylon clad legs.
Shortly after they started dating, Roger introduced his new found love to high end, quality ultra sheer pantyhose. He knew exactly which ones he loved so he began to buy them for her to wear. When she first tried them in lieu of her typical everyday pantyhose, she delighted in the way they looked and felt on. She admired their sheerness and liked the way they made her already sexy legs look astounding. The lighter, neutral shades were so sheer that it was hard to tell she was even wearing hosiery. She was pleased that Roger had introduced her to such exquisite nylons.
Over time, Roger's wife learned to enjoy teasing him especially when the were dining out. She would slip off one of her high heels and gradually work her nyloned toes up the leg of his trousers past his socks until she reached his naked shin . That drove Roger crazy with sexual desire. He wanted to pull out his erect cock so she could continue her nylon rubdown all over his pulsing shaft.
During one of these under the table nylon tease sessions at a casual restaurant, Roger noticed a nice looking couple sitting across from their table. They were younger than Roger and his wife, but what caught Roger's eye was the younger man glancing down under the table obviously looking at his wife's partially unshod feet adorned by sheer nylon. He couldn't resist leaning subtlety toward his wife whispering "that guy at the table across from us likes seeing your nylons and feet." Roger's wife was a bit taken back initially because her husband hand never mentioned other men being attracted to her although loved it when she wore revealing, sexy clothing that attracted the attention of other men.
"Yeah, he's catching glimpses of your feet when he can" said Roger. "No he's not" his wife retorted. "He probably just sees something on the floor."
"Yeah right! Like your pretty, sexy feet?" he suggested coyly.
"I doubt it." You think he's like you and has a foot fetish or something?" she proposed.
"Maybe. Why don't we find out.: he suggested.
"How?" she asked.
Roger grinned slyly while looking into her eyes saying "Tease him intentionally. Let's see what he does if you remove your shoes and wiggle your nylon toes or rub them together."
Roger's wife was both confused and excited at the same time. While she enjoyed teasing and arousing her husband, the thought of doing so for another man had never occurred to her. She was particularly chagrined by the reality that it was her husband who was suggesting that she tease another man. " What was up with that?" she thought to herself.
When she realized that Roger was apparently aroused by the thought of her exciting another man with her feminine allure, she thought why not?. I love him and would do just about anything to please him and this seems pretty harmless and potentially fun.
She smiled a sexy smile at her husband, lovingly reached for his hand across the table while concurrently slipping off her high heeled pump from one of her nylon adorned feet revealing her recent pedicure that showed through the very sheer nylon fabric. She continued to stare into his eyes, smiling so their admirer at the nearby table would not be aware that they were purposely teasing him. Roger and his wife would appear to be emotionally engaged with each other even though they were both intentionally participating in a well orchestrated plan to tease and arouse him.
She slowly and purposefully removed her other high heel and rubbed her feet together which caused a slight hissing noise as the sheer nylon covering each of her pretty feet responded audibly. She caressed her own toes with her pumps which had now fallen to their side on the floor beneath their table. She grasped one shoe with her toes in an effort to turn it up again so she could sexily slip her foot back into it. Roger suspected there must be quite a show going on beneath him and he secretly wished he was down there adoring his wife's pretty nylon clad feet and toes.
She continued to engage in a game of dipping and dangling her high heel from her nylon shod toes. One of her shoes would drop from her extended toes and again drop to audibly to the floor so she could retrieve it again and slip her silky foot back in place. The sound alone was turning Roger on because he could imagine what her admirer across from them could see.
Roger and his wife knew the poor fellow was probably beside himself with sexual excitement. Neither of them wanted to look directly toward him but they could see with a quick glance that he was squirming and shifting about uncomfortably in his seat as a result of what he was witnessing across from him. They almost felt sorry for him because it was obvious he was having a difficult time focusing on carrying on a conversation with his attractive, but bare legged female companion who was wearing leather and rhinestone flip flops on her cute pedicured feet. If only she knew that what really turned on her mate!
Perhaps she did, because Roger could see from the corner of his eye that she was glancing over toward them before she looked back at her male companion and whispered something to which he smiled and subtly nodded his head. as if to agree. Roger wondered if she asked him whether he liked what he was seeing and was responding affirmatively.
It was at that moment that Roger noticed the woman reaching down between the legs of her male companion to gently stroke and touch the penis hidden beneath the fabric of his shorts. Things were beginning to get really interesting as it became apparent that this couple shared an interest in what the couple across from them was doing. Roger only wished that the legs of the fellow's shorts weren't so long so that his girlfriend could find and tease the tip of his growing and potentially protruding cock.
The two couples were engaged in a dueling tease without overtly acknowledging what each of them was doing.even though they silently and awkwardly knew which led them all to ponder what to do next if anything. Just then, the couple across from Roger and his wife were presented with their check and provided payment to their server who returned with a credit card slip for him to sign. Roger knew they would be leaving soon and he was disappointed that their game of mutual tease was coming to an end, or was it?
As they got up to leave, the bare legged female approached Roger's wife saying "I really like your heels. They're so cute." Roger recalled how other women always thought what they were wearing was "cute" when what they really meant was "sexy" but for some reason they never said that.
"Oh, thank you" Roger's wife replied feeling self conscious as she slipped her nylon clad foot back into her empty shoe.
"Do you mind if I ask where you got them?" asked the younger woman.
All the time,Roger was feeling a little uncomfortable himself and a bit aroused that his wife was talking about the shoes she was wearing to another women who was the other half of the couple whose male member they just finished teasing.
"Macy's. That's where it buy most of my shoes. There and from Nordstrom Rack." Roger's wife enthusiastically informed her.
A moment earlier, Roger would have preferred that this attractive young lady had cordially accepted his wife's polite "thank you" and that everyone had moved on from there but this was getting more interesting by the second as he anticipated how this exchange between these two lovely women might proceed.
"Oh, I love Nordy's" she said. "David and I love to go shoe shopping there." And just like that, they were on a first name basis as she revealed her boyfriend's name.
Roger looked up at her silent boyfriend who had a pleasant but uneasy, embarrassed grin across his face which was turning slightly red.
"David loves it when I wear cute high heels. I think he must have a foot fetish or something." his cute girlfriend revealed.
"Sounds like a man after my own heart." Roger proclaimed, helping to break an icy, awkward situation. " I love it when she wears sexy heels like she has on today." he continued. "We love to go shoe shopping together all the time."
"David is the same way" referring to her boyfriend as if he wasn't physically present. "He always wants me to wear nylons too, but it's too hot here most of the time for that." she announced.
"I used to feel that way too until Roger bought be these" she exclaimed as she proudly pushed one of her legs out from under the table covered in ultra sheer pantyhose. "These are quite cool even in the summer."
David's girlfriend was surprised, "I can't even tell you wearing anything. Those are wild. Where did you get them?"
"Roger buys all my hosiery online mostly." explained his wife. "Why don't you ask him" she said putting Roger on the hot seat.
By now Roger was increasingly feeling a tad ashamed and more embarrassed especially as an awkward silence hung in the air following his wife's revealing comment made in front of these strangers. Despite his uneasiness, Roger felt a stir in his pants as his flaccid cock began to grow ever so slowly as a result of this discussion between two attractive women concerning his favorite object on earth - nylons.
Stay tuned for Part 2 as Roger, his wife, David and his girlfriend, continue their interesting conversation which leads to some sexy time together..
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